weird Harry Potter dream
My roommate woke me up because I was yelling in my sleep. She was concerned I was having a nightmare. Nope. I was having a Harry Potter dream!
In my dream, shortly after the death of Voldemort, Harry (and companions, I think) had seperately dropped out of the Wizarding world. Harry'd had a rough time of it, with really bad depression and PTSD, being in and out of hospitals and the like. Then they had some adventures or something and things got better. I was this other Wizard they'd found along the way- my magic worked completely different then Hogwarts Wizards. Anyways, it was a year later, we were planning Harry's return to the Wizarding world (and a new book?). Ron had eaten all the doughnuts that morning, *and* when the publisher came by and he thought they might be leaking info he hadn't hexed their balls off- I was not in a good mood.
Everyone else was in the cabin fighting, when this reporter got out of black sedan and started asking if Harry Potter was here. I was trying to frighten him away- (dream-me had dark hair and eyes and was kind of intimidating looking) and had him pinned against a wall and was threatening him, hexed his eyes to swell, transfigured a grub into some hulking zombie-like minion. I was saying "I am the Great Abraxas" and nonesense words like spells. THing was- apparently I was saying all of this OUT LOUD, in a deep raspy voice- for over fifteen minutes before my roommate woke me up. Well, that was interesting.
In my dream, shortly after the death of Voldemort, Harry (and companions, I think) had seperately dropped out of the Wizarding world. Harry'd had a rough time of it, with really bad depression and PTSD, being in and out of hospitals and the like. Then they had some adventures or something and things got better. I was this other Wizard they'd found along the way- my magic worked completely different then Hogwarts Wizards. Anyways, it was a year later, we were planning Harry's return to the Wizarding world (and a new book?). Ron had eaten all the doughnuts that morning, *and* when the publisher came by and he thought they might be leaking info he hadn't hexed their balls off- I was not in a good mood.
Everyone else was in the cabin fighting, when this reporter got out of black sedan and started asking if Harry Potter was here. I was trying to frighten him away- (dream-me had dark hair and eyes and was kind of intimidating looking) and had him pinned against a wall and was threatening him, hexed his eyes to swell, transfigured a grub into some hulking zombie-like minion. I was saying "I am the Great Abraxas" and nonesense words like spells. THing was- apparently I was saying all of this OUT LOUD, in a deep raspy voice- for over fifteen minutes before my roommate woke me up. Well, that was interesting.